Stories of life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

R. I. P.

Pepita,
pretty girl,
so nice to Gypsy when the others pick on her.
Pepita of the pale pink eggs,
who rarely took a day off,
you laid above and beyond what anyone could expect.

I will miss seeing you come running when I call.
 


Rest in peace and dream of green fields and cozy nests.

2 comments:

  1. Again, so sorry Mom. That is a really sweet note in memory of. She was a good chicken!

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  2. Yes, she was. Thank you for your sweet comment--all of them, in fact!

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